The hospitals and homes of Atlanta were overflowing with the sick and wounded, and more and more women were appearing in black. The monotonous rows of soldiers' graves at Oakland Cemetery stretched longer every day.
And that lyric right after, hold me in your heart tonight in the magic of the dark moonlight, that's sort of acknowledging that sometimes our demons can be our friends, because we know them so well.
And then suddenly he swept her into his arms and kissed her very hard, stopping laughing all at once and looking almost as if tears had come into his eyes.